Bourbon & Branch Water

by Patricia Green

  She dashed to the car as raindrops began to fall. The sky was quite gloomy and once again Jeff pondered what exactly they were going to do since the picnic plan was nixed.

  He got out of the car and opened the door for her, standing in the early, heavy droplets until she was seated.

  Once they were in the car together, he gave her a sound kiss, trying to ignore the stick shift pressing into his thigh. “Hey, babe. You look delicious.”

  She smiled a sweet, Stormy smile that was much brighter than the day. The rain got heavier in contrast. “Hey yourself.”

  “Well,” he said. “I have some bad news.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s raining and I had planned a picnic.”

  She considered that for a moment. “That’s awkward.” Her gaze drifted to the windshield, where the windshield wipers were fighting a losing battle with the rain which had become a deluge.

  “I can park us somewhere discreet and we can eat in the car. I made a feast, all packed in an ice chest.”

  “Yumm, I have an idea.” Stormy dug in her purse and came up with a key.

  “What’s that?”

  “A key to my new apartment!”

  “That’s great! But what does it have to do with our lunch plans?”

  “We can go camp out in the apartment for lunch. No one will take note of who you are, there are mostly working class people there and they’ll be gone to their jobs and we’ll have it all to ourselves. It’ll be fun.”

  It did sound like fun. Jeff put the car in gear. “Where to?”

  It took about three minutes to get there. In the town of Fire Gorge proper, everything was concentrated in about a twenty by twenty block square. The building looked a little careworn, but well-maintained, and it looked like a reasonable neighborhood. Stormy would be safe there.

  Jeff grabbed the chest and Stormy’s hand and they ran into the shelter of the breezeway. Another minute and they stood at the door to her apartment shaking the water out of their hair.

  “Ta da!”

  Jeff looked around as he walked in. The carpet was a slightly worn, but it was obvious that the management cared about the units. He felt a little guilty. His father had left his Mom, sister and him a chunk of insurance money when he died. It had paid for Jeff’s education and several years of modest living as he was starting out. Stormy had not had that luxury, but she was so proud of her accomplishments and she had the right to be. Her family had raised her to be hard working and independent-minded, and she was those things and more.

  The cooler fit on the faux granite bar that divided the kitchen from the living room, and he put the plastic bag with plates and napkins nearby.

  “Come here, baby.”

  She built up speed as she moved into his arms and he gave her a kiss that was meant to tantalize and show her that he was feeling a little possessive. He didn’t want to scare her away. It seemed likely that her recent fear of him was because he’d come on too strong, so he tried to keep his deep desire for her in a controlled zone. It was terribly hard, though. He wanted to toss up her dress, hoist her up on the counter and fuck her senseless. Softly, softly, he told himself. Let her give the signals.

  “Give me the ten-cent tour,” he said as their kiss broke.

  “Well, there isn’t much more.”

  He insisted and she pulled him by the hand into the tiny bedroom and Spartan bathroom. “Do you have furniture?”

  She nodded. “In storage.”

  “When did you plan to move in? I can help.”

  Stormy’s frown was immediate. “No, you can’t.”

  Disappointment settled in. “No, I can’t.” They couldn’t be seen together for that kind of thing. He had to remain on his side of the line and she on hers. It irritated him severely.

  She shrugged though it was obvious that it made her unhappy that they couldn’t share in the moving excitement together. “It’s okay. My family will help. And some friends.”

  “I’m sorry, babe.”

  “It’s just the way it is, Jeff. I’m sorry, too.”

  “Well, we’ll settle the case soon and everything will fall into place.”

  She turned away and opened the cooler. “What’s in here? It looks packed.”

  “I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I brought a bunch of things.”

  “I’m starved and I only have an hour. Can we eat now?”

  Only an hour! He’d hoped for something a little more…extended. But if they had an hour to work with, they’d make do with it. “You grab the plates and I’ll get the goodies.”

  * * *

  The lunch was delicious and Stormy was satisfied as she licked the last bits of soft, fluffy Italian bread with imported virgin olive oil off her fingers. “Mmm.”

  “There’s an Italian bakery around the corner from my office. I swear they’re trying to make me fat.”

  Stormy laughed and gave him an assessing and appreciative gaze. “They’re failing miserably.”

  Jeff’s chuckle made her heart light. He scooted over next to her as they sat in the living room. Jeff had brought a blanket for the aborted picnic, and they sat on it even though it wasn’t needed. Maybe she was wrong about that. He wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her back toward his chest. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and ran her hands over his forearms where his sleeves were rolled up. His arms were among his better features. They were sturdy and muscular, slightly furry, but not too much. They bulged in all the right places, but he wasn’t muscle-bound. Overall, Jeff was a fine figure of a man and one she found all too attractive.

  His voice was low and sexy in her ear. “I’m determined to add to my collection.”

  “Collection?”

  “Yup, of your panties.”

  She laughed. “No way, Jose.”

  “Imagine how naughty it would feel to sit at your desk at work without your panties.”

  “I did that the other day,” she reminded him. It had been gloriously, shamefully sensual to be skin to skirt at the office. Knowing that Jeff had her panties in his pocket had made her blush the rest of the day. Fortunately, she’d been able to bury herself in her work so no one took notice of her pink cheeks.

  “I think you should do it again.”

  “You spanked me last time. Are you planning on doing that again?” Stormy could have bit her tongue. She was really asking for it! And why? She’d lost her mind. Or maybe she’d lost control of her libido. The idea of a sensual spanking and the lovely sex afterward and during made her skin buzz.

  He nuzzled the hair behind her ear and a shiver of pure, liquid heat traveled down her spine to settle somewhere between her legs. “You’ve asked me twice in two days if I was going to spank you. I’m beginning to think you want me to.”

  Some spankings were definitely better than others. “We don’t have time.”

  “Of course we do.” Jeff turned her around so that she faced him. His kiss was deep and compelling. “Go stand by the counter in the kitchen.”

  They only had about fifteen minutes. Surely they couldn’t do anything erotic in so short a time. “Jeff…”

  “Stormy…” he said with a grin. “Go on.”

  Well, maybe he knew something she didn’t. She rose and went to the counter. It was cool under her hands, and the kitchen smelled like lemon-scented cleanser. It was a pleasant smell and made her love her new kitchen even more.

  “Hands flat on the counter and bend at the waist.” He got up and stood behind her, positioning her hands on the counter as he said it. “That’s good.” Jeff ran his fingers down her throat to her breasts. Cupped, they fit so nicely in his hands. She knew intimately how skilled his fingers were and they didn’t disappoint this time either, plucking her nipples into hard points right through her dress. She wanted to take off her dress and experience his warm hands all over her, but she knew they didn’t have time and she was a little shocked at the easy way she fell into being naked in front of him.

  His to
uch traveled down her sides to her bottom where he pulled up her skirt and tucked it into her belt. Stormy’s butt tightened as his slacks rubbed against her and she noted that there was a hard lump behind his zipper. She sighed with pleasure and anticipation.

  Jeff slid both hands inside the seat of her panties and kneaded her flesh. His touch traveled around to the front and he held her hip with one hand while he explored her folds with the other. Stormy heard her own moan before she even realized she’d vocalized it. He was doing wonderful things to her, holding her steady, rubbing his long fingers over her wetness and along the sides of her clit. She wanted him to touch her there, to manipulate that little pleasure bead.

  “Don’t tease me,” she whispered.

  He chuckled in response and continued his explorations for a moment longer. When he withdrew his hand, she reached for it, hoping to pull him back where those exquisite sensations were emanating. But he resisted, instead pulling her panties down to her knees.

  Stormy knew she was presenting an erotic sight to her lover, lower half exposed, bent over the counter. “Jeff…”

  He smacked her bottom hard and she squealed. “Baby has been bad,” he told her. “She wants to do naughty, sexy things with her boyfriend.”

  Stormy thrilled that he called himself her boyfriend, because that’s really what she wanted. Another quick series of spanks took her mind off that distinction, however. “Ow!”

  He didn’t comment except with another rapid-fire set of spanks. Her bottom was beginning to burn, but she couldn’t help but lean forward more to present her fanny better. “Ow! Ouch!”

  Jeff bent over to whisper in her ear. “Pink, just like your sweet pussy.”

  She groaned at the sexy words, but the groan was swallowed up with more exclamations of pain as he continued smacking her rear. Her bottom was sore and fiery, but she was so excited. Her body was revving like a racecar. There was a moment that she briefly thought she was going to orgasm, the sensations shooting from her beleaguered ass to her pussy were so strong. It was like a buzz that built and built with the wetness pooling between her thighs. How she wanted him to fill her with hard flesh! The scent of arousal overtook the lemon scent in the kitchen and Stormy would never be able to get this mental picture out of her head no matter how many dishes she washed in this room.

  “Jeff!”

  “What does my baby want?”

  “You know.”

  “Can’t say it when you’re all dressed up for work, huh?”

  “Please…”

  He stopped spanking and pulled away. Stormy reached back to grab his arm as he stepped back, but Jeff eluded her, saying, “I have an idea. Hold on a sec.”

  Stormy heard him walk out to the living room and back again, his shoes making a leather tapping sound on the kitchen linoleum when he returned. “Olive oil,” he told her. His zipper made a swishing sound and his belt jangled.

  “Huh?”

  The bottle with the cap removed came into her line of sight as he put it down next to her hand. The next thing she felt was his oily fingers sliding over her smarting rear. It made things that much hotter as the oil held the warmth in, but it was very sensual as well. Jeff’s fingers migrated to between her bottom cheeks, slippery, sexy, pressing against her rapidly puckering butt hole.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You’ll see.”

  The head of his cock pressed against her sphincter. “Jeff, what are you doing?”

  He poked in slightly. It was…odd. A little painful pressure, a naughty thrill, and a tiny bit of fear.

  “I don’t know about this…” she whispered.

  The pressure eased as he pulled back. “You’ve never done it like this before?”

  “No.”

  “Oh! Well, we have to start a little differently.”

  Jeff’s fingertip rimmed the area gently several times. That felt pretty good and she sighed aloud.

  “Go with it, babe.” A slippery finger pushed inside slowly, so slowly.

  As incredible as it seemed to her, her pussy got more wet, her clit throbbed. “More,” she said softly.

  Another finger entered her and Jeff began to move them in and out, wriggling a bit. His other hand snaked around to her front and glided through her juices and around her clit. Her moan was louder, the sensation growing stronger with each thrust of his fingers. “Oh God.”

  Jeff withdrew his hands and the head of his rock hard cock pressed against the sphincter. He picked up the olive oil for a moment then put it down again. “Tell me if this hurts, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Wet slipperiness coated her hole, and Jeff’s cock returned to its place at the entrance. He pushed and there was pressure, enough that Stormy considered asking him to stop, but not quite so much as that. He kept pressing inward and finally there was a little popping sensation, as gentle as a bubble on a leaf, and Jeff’s cock was in.

  “How’s that?”

  “Mmm.” She rather liked it. It gave her a sense of raunchiness she hadn’t experienced before, like she was doing something so deeply forbidden that it would be too intimate to tell even Tanya about. It was her secret with Jeff. Like the spankings. And their illicit meetings. They were amassing quite a few secrets. Except Jeff was closer to her than she’d ever believed a man could be. But he was a player; she had to remember that. He might want her right now, in all the ways he could have her, but she had to take things at face value and not expect too much. She had to think like a player, too, though it wasn’t usually the way she approached relationships and the world. Stormy preferred to think of herself as honest and forthcoming. Jeff had probably made certain assumptions about her, based on her very loose behavior, and she had enjoyed their time together so much that she hadn’t wanted to jeopardize their relationship. Perhaps she was getting in over her head.

  The slow slide of his cock into her brought her back into the moment. The length of him moved deeper and his balls touched her sopping pussy. Jeff leaned over her again, buried to the hilt inside her. “I’m gonna fuck your ass now, baby. I want you to imagine how good this looks, how much I like it.”

  His low voice brought her closer to her pinnacle and when he started to move inside her, pushing, pulling, she pressed back against him. “Yes. Yes!”

  “Yeah, this is good,” he said with a growl.

  It didn’t take long; they only had a few minutes. But the unfamiliar fullness, the idea that she was doing something she’d only vaguely imagined but had always been too embarrassed to ask about, made her pant and rock against Jeff’s pelvis.

  He held her hips while he thrust into her, faster and faster. She was beginning to think she might pass out from the pleasure, but instead, Stormy peaked. It was like a broken mirror, reflecting shards of herself flying everywhere, sharp-edged and dangerous. She cried out, floating among the silver fragments but as the moments passed, she coalesced slowly. Jeff was pumping steadily until finally he jammed deep and grunted. Stormy felt his cock pulsing as he orgasmed. She vaguely wondered if it was as good for him as it had been for her.

  As Jeff rested against her, they both caught their breath. After a few moments, he pulled free, her bottom pulsed and closed behind him, a little sore but greatly satisfied. Her thighs were soaked, but she was satiated.

  “Let me get you a clean-wipe,” he said, heading back into the living room.

  The toilet flushed, and Stormy was about to pull up her panties when he came back in, his pants back where they belonged and belted up. “I’m sure you’ll want to clean up, babe,” he said, handing her several wet wipes. “I already did.”

  Blushing to her roots, Stormy applied the little towels all over her lower half, glad that he didn’t stick around and watch her ablutions. Her butt cheeks were still a bit ouchy, but not too bad. Sitting wasn’t going to be a big issue, thank goodness, and he hadn’t absconded with her panties this time.

  When she returned to the living room, Jeff had packed up their lunch stuff and was w
aiting patiently for her. “All okay?”

  She nodded. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure, I assure you. And, babe,” he said, putting two fingers under her chin so she’d meet his eyes. “I’m honored that you’d allow me to be with you that way. I’m only sorry we had to rush.”

  “I…uh…”

  He grinned and nodded toward the door. “We’d better get you back to work.”

  Stormy glanced at her watch and her stomach did a high gainer with a double-twist. She was already fifteen minutes late! “Oh no.”

  “It’ll be okay. Just act nonchalant and no one will say boo.”

  A few minutes later, she gave Jeff a kiss in his car and ran though the rain back into her office. She straightened her skirt and patted her face with a tissue then decided she’d better take a look at herself in the ladies’ room mirror. Smeared lipstick or messy hair would be incriminating.

  Cary was coming out of his father’s office as she walked down the hall. Instead of moving to one side as she approached in the narrow corridor, he stepped in front of her. “How’s the weather out there, Storm? Stormy comes in from the storm. Ha ha. That’s pretty good.”

  She’d only heard that kind of thing a hundred times, but she politely nodded at him. “Brilliant, Cary. Excuse me, please.”

  “Not so fast. Why are you always so eager to get away from me? I use deodorant.”

  Was there a deodorant that covered the smell of a pompous jerk? “I was on my way to the ladies’ room.”

  “Can’t hold your pee?”

  “Cary!” Flustered, she said the first thing that came to mind. “What are you doing here? You had lunch with your father yesterday.”

  He reached for her, pushing a long lock of hair behind her ear. It was a gentle gesture, a little surprising from such a crude man. “Yeah, but I forgot my pager, so I had to come back today to pick it up.”

  “Well, drive safely.”